Sinner H.S

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i really recommend listening to "Love you Goodbye" by one direction while reading this chapter <3

Valentine Fitz

Valentine giggles as she runs over to her mom's loving arms. "Valentine, honey!" Her mom greets her after a long shift at work. She wraps her arms around Valentine's tiny body. "I missed you, mommy." Valentine pouts with her childhood teddy bear in my arms. Valentine's mom frowns, "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm trying." She tells her. Valentine smiles, going in for another hug. "Daddy is being mean." Valentine spoke, her voice breaking.

Angela knew what her four year old daughter meant by this. Her husband had hit her, again.

"I'm so sorry, my darling." She says, hugging her tighter. Valentine's tears stain her mom's uniform. "He gets angry sometimes. And y'know, sometimes we just have to deal with it." She tells Valentine. Valentine's small lips frown. "I try my best to be nice, mommy. I do everything he asks. I'm always being a good girl for him." Her delicate voice says and Angela closes her eyes.

"Don't cry, mommy." Valentine's tiny fingers wipe Angela's tear that runs down her cheek. "Y'know, I'm working two jobs." She says proudly and Valentine smiles. "Really?" She says in excitement. "What is it?" She asks eagerly. "I can't tell you. It's grown up business. But I promise you, we'll be fine." She assures and Valentine frowns. "You said no secrets, mommy." She says and Angela grows angry.

"Valentine, don't push this." She says sternly, standing up now. Valentine holds on to her teddy tightly, shutting her eyes. "I'm sorry, mommy. Please don't hit me." She pleads. "Get out of my sight." Angela yells and Valentine goes running her little legs to her bedroom.

Harry opens the door to his car, "Get in." He says softly and I do, he shuts the door and goes to the other side. He gets into the car and starts driving.

The drive felt like days, when in reality it was only 40 minutes. I was in a car with the person that killed my mother. The person I swore I'd hate with my whole being.

I fell in love with my mother's murderer.

How could I ever do this to myself? Out of all
people, why did it have to be the person I love with my whole soul.

The car suddenly goes in park, Harry gets out.

We're home?

Can I even call it home anymore?

I get out the car and walk inside, I take off my uncomfortable heels and walk into the bedroom. It was just me, I sit on the bed looking out the window, watching the busy street as I drown in my thoughts.

I don't how to process this.

Suddenly, Harry enters the room. "What happened back there." He asks, I don't turn around. Partly because I don't even want to look at him.

"V? What's wrong?" His voice is much closer now.

"Baby-" He puts a hand on my shoulder and I quickly stand up from his touch. I don't want him to touch me.

I turn to face him, his brows pinch together. "What happened?" His voice so soft, so gentle.

How can someone like this, be so evil.

"It was Aaron, wasn't it?" He grows angry. I stay silent. "What did he do?" His voice is demanding. He steps closer to me, I want to step back but my feet feel like bricks.

Have you ever been told what you imagine to be the worst news of your life, and all you can do is just let the inevitable shock fill your bones?

When you should be screaming and crying over what you've just been told, and instead your entire body locks up and you have no idea how you're heart is still beating? Yeah, that.